"anted" poems
We were teammates
We suited up
We showed up
We weren't stars
But we rolled in the dirt
With the best of them
Our blood ran red
Like the rest of them
Our sweat tasted salty
As the most athletic of them
Wounds and bruises
Ached like the most
Stalwart of them
We were Bulldogs!
We anted up our
Gifts and talents to
Forge a winning season
A flair for humor
Wry observation,
Encouragement, fortitude
And intelligence were as
Valuable as speed,
Agility and strength
We all pined for the
Affection of cheerleaders,
Bandmembers and the
Adoration of fans
We equally joined
In the chorus of
locker room banter
And honored the
Confidence of camaraderie
Such intimacy bares
We endured thankless
Adversity, while wending
through anonymous toil
As brothers
We grudgingly drank
From the vile cup of defeat
And passed the chalice
Of victory among us
To share the savory
Taste of triumph
As champions
The Duke of Wellington
Said “the battle of Waterloo
Was won on the fields of Eton”
I trust my teammates and
Not forgotten friends
Tasted sweet victories of
Happiness and success
As they coursed through
Their prodigious fields of life
And at games end
I hope their heart swelled
With pride to know they were
A beloved and Valiant Bulldog
David Irving Korsh #75
BCSL Champion 1973
Rutherford Bulldogs
Well done Valiant Bulldog
God bless and Godspeed
Music Selection:
Bruce Springsteen
Thunder Road
5/5/18
Puyallup
jbm
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
and then she fell straight into the depths of the ***
the boiling *** that held contents of regret and anxiousness
and she kept drowning and drowning into the depths of the tarnished water
and as she drowns, what passes by never seizes to amaze her,
rather what she feels is like she is on fire, inside water
and her soul is being snatched away
like thread being pulled out of a stitched beautiful white gown
and her wings get completely soaked in her own tears and they get torn about by the fangs of hatred and jealousy endowed in her.
"oh what a pity!" they would ponder every time they glanced at her
but sympathy is the last thing she would ever want
because in all honesty all she wanted was to be someones first choice
she anted to be an everlasting desire.
but in the end her anticipation would come to an end, as soon as her body would touch the base of the ***
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 3:29 PM UTC